Painting with rain and sunshine

This morning I woke up with the Spirit singing into me.  It happens quite often actually.  I noticed God painting yellow intermittent in showers.  Yellow beaming through tears.  Couldn't help but join in...

O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

George Matheson

You + Me = Company

What's usually on your mind when you wake up?